I really didn't have any incestual thoughts about my Mum when I was growing up. My Mum and Dad were constantly arguing and fighting for as long as I could remember. When I was 18, I moved out to go to university and while I was gone my parents decided to get divorced. My Dad moved out and I have never seen him again to this day. When I came home for the summer, I noticed my mum had starting drinking, not constantly but would really go for it on the weekend. She would go out on the town with friends and come home late absolutely hammered. She would go to bed and not wake up until mid-afternoon, when she would come a sit next to me saying nothing about the night before. We get on Ok and we never speak about Dad, but I could tell she was lonely and missed male company.
The very next Friday night she went out as usual and arrived home passed midnight, this time helped to the door by the taxi driver. I paid him, and took mum to her room, where she just collapsed on the bed completely out for the count. However, I noticed she had peed herself, her skirt, tights and knickers were absolutely soaking. I couldn't leave her like that, so I went to the bathroom for a warm flannel and a towel to clean her up. I undid her skirt and pulled her tights and knickers off. What I was not expecting was how hairy mum was. Her bush was full, dark and extended down her legs and right into the crack of her ass. I admit my own cock stirred in my pants. I gave mum a full wash from her ass to her belly and down her legs. Her pussy was wet too and not from the piss or flannel. I covered her up with a blanket and turned off the light and went to bed. In the morning when she woke, she said nothing to me about the events of the night before and I too didn't mention anything.
